[Reader's Note: this story line is a sequel to PRECTINCT TWENTY-THREE (1st series) in Nifty.org Jan-2007 gay/authoritarian section, and its spin-off sister story THE HOLE in the Nov-2008 section of the same category. Please read those two stories in their entirety, starting with Precinct-23 first in order to get the full understanding of the characters. --DOGG]
THE PRECINCT II -pt-29 Title: PURE KANE
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SOUTH PHILLY
34 year old Winston Sinclair (aka Kane) was glad to be home after a brief stint in jail. He walked through his empty apartment (empty after his girlfriend left him after finding him balls deep in another man's ass [chap-13, pt-5]), enjoying all the comforts of home.
He looked out over the balcony of his 10th story apartment in the Roswell Apartments Complex, and looked out over the city. While he did (occasionally) miss the pitter-patter of his children's tiny feet, he found the lack of daily fatherly responsibility liberating. Since his family's departure, Kane had found his ambition to become South Philly's biggest drug boss more appealing than being a good father to his offspring. He knew he would be better able to focus on the tasks at hand if he didn't have a family to worry about back home.
With a relaxing drink in hand, he toasted to his new found liberation, as well as his future. Pooh had promised him great things in the coming months what with Tempest Williams out of the way, and he was ready to start reeking some of the benefits that come with selling one's soul to the devil. Needing to relieve himself, Kane sat his drink on the railing, then unzipped and fished his penis from his pants and began peeing over the balcony. He didn't care if the rancid spray hit anyone, in fact, he thought it would be funny if it did.
He had just finished his piss and was tucking his dick back into his pants when he suddenly heard a knock at the front door. Taking his drink with him, he sauntered back into the apartment and casually crossed the room, fully expecting to see his girlfriend with kids and bags in hand, begging to come back. Kane wasn't sure how he felt about losing his freedom again, but the thought of nightly sex caused his dick to stiffen in his pants as he opened the door...
"Money...!" he called out in surprise, having expected him to be the LAST person knocking in his door after their last meeting...
"Kane..." said the future father as he looked down at Kane's tented erection. "...we need to talk...!"
"Okay..." responded Kane, inviting Money in as he wondered what the visit was about? Had Money finally come to his breaking point after no longer being able to live with the fact that Kane had taken him anally after filling him with Sextasy induced weed? Or had he come to the realization that he liked dick more than he cared to admit, and wanted more?
Either way, Kane was intrigued. "...wussup...?" he asked as he closed the door.
"Pooh's dead!" announced D-Money, bluntly.
Kane's face softened in disbelief...
"Stop playin' man...! Seriously...?! How...?? Who got him...?" he asked, flabbergasted.
"A drive by..." said Money. "...execution style! It's all over the news! My guess is Tempest Williams was involved!"
"Tempest is in jail...!" said Kane, still in shock.
"He escaped!" informed Money. "He didn't like what Pooh was doing with the business, so he severed ties with em..., and now Pooh's dead! All adds up to me!"
"Damn...!" responded Kane in a daze as he followed Money over to the sofa. "So what happens now...?" he asked, suddenly worried what would happen to HIM now that Pooh was gone? Were all his promises up in smoke?
"I dunno..." answered Money unsure, as he took a seat. "...I guess we wait around until Tempest gets word out on what he plans to do...! We don't even know where he is right now...!"
"That's fucked up!" said Kane, thinking about his own ambitions. "Dammit man..., I was THIS close to becoming Pooh's next right hand! So what we supposed to do now...? Where do we get our supplies...? How we gonna run shit with no product...?!"
"Good question...!" said Money, hunching his shoulders. "I guess we just chill for now..., we'll figure out something lata...! Give it time!"
"Fuck that man...!" yelled Kane, walking over to the bar. "I NEED A DRINK!"
"Make it a double...!" called Money from the sofa.
"I can't believe this shit man...! And after ALL I've just been through with my girl leavin' me and goin' to jail n'shit...! What the fuck else could happen...??"
"Tell me bout it..." said Money with little sympathy. "...I gotta baby comin' soon...! Now we're all gonna be homeless with no money to our names...! Hell..., the house we stay in belonged to Pooh too..., no doubt we bout to be evicted...!"
"Sounds like YOU need this drink about as much as I do...!" reasoned Kane, handing Money a glass full of some funky brown liquor.
Money looked at them skeptically...
"The last time I accepted something from you..., I found myself with an unending hardon, bent over your sofa getting my butt fucked without my consent...!" he recalled (chap-13).
"aww man..., can't we let bygones be bygones...?" laughed Kane, taking a sip from his drink. When Money didn't respond, Kane offered a peace offering. "How bout an eye for an eye...?" he asked, calling a truce. "Or maybe it should be an ass for an ass...?"
"YOU'RE givin' up some ass this time...?" questioned Money, curiously.
"Hell NAW!" denied Kane, dashing any thoughts Money might have had of branding HIS ass. "But I gotta bul here inna buildin' that'd be willin' to put out for the both of us...!"
"Yeah...?" questioned Money. "Not some lil' gay hood boi...!" he frowned, distastefully.
"Naw man..., a married bul I punked a while back...!" described Kane, grabbing his cell phone. "He's like 40 n'shit, with a wife and kids...! And check it out..., he a CHURCH bul on top of it...!"
"That's wussup!" smiled Money, rubbing his crotch at the thought of fucking a straight married man. He watched as Kane dialed the number, then took another swig of brown liquor before relaxing back on the sofa...
40 year old Jerome Taylor was sitting downstairs with his family, watching a family television program when he got a call over his cell. As soon as he looked at the caller I.D. his dick started to harden in his slacks. "Excuse me..." he said to his wife and kids as he got up to head into the next room for privacy. "Yes...?" he asked quietly into the phone, as not to disturb his family.
"Yo nigga..., bring that fat girly ass up here NOW!" ordered Kane, hanging up.
Jerome never had a chance to protest. He knew if he didn't honor Kane's wishes that the brazen drug dealer would be down knocking on his door in no time. The married man paused nervously for a second, trying to think of a believable excuse to tell his wife who would be demanding to know his where he was going? He walked back out into the living room where his wife and daughter were laughing at some comedy show. "I uh..., I have to step out for a moment..." he said, rushing for the door.
"Where to...?" asked the wife, looking over her shoulder.
"I have to run a friend to the store..., he has a flat and has to buy a new tire!" lied Jerome, not really good at it.
His wife looked at him suspiciously...
"At THIS time of night...?" she asked, looking out the window as the sun began to go down, casting a shade of looming darkness across the projects. "Which friend...?" she asked, curiously.
"uh..., Mike...! From work! He's in the neighborhood...!" said Jerome, taking his jacket for effect. "I'll be RIGHT back!" he said, eager to get going.
"Call home as soon as you get..." was all he heard his wife say before he slammed the door behind him. As soon as he got into the hallway, he breathed a sigh of relief. He half expected her to jump up and come after him, demanding to SEE this friend in person. Whatever happened to the trust in their relationship, he wondered?
Jerome walked around to the elevator, then pressed the UP button. His 7" cut dick was already beginning to push out against his pants, leaving a prominent bulge for anyone to see. He jumped on the slow moving elevator, going up to the 10th floor. His heart was beating wildly in his chest as he knocked on the door, unsure what to expect on the other side.
"The PUSSY's here!" announced Kane, opening the door. "Sup pussy-man...? C'mon in!" he offered, stepping aside to make room for Jerome to walk by.
Jerome walked in meekly. Knowing the power Kane held over him, he fully expected him to grab him and ravish him, much like he did in the janitor's closet of their apartment complex a few weeks ago (chap-4 of Roswell Heights). He stifled a giggle when Kane swatted him playfully on the ass as he walked by, treating him like one of the neighborhood chicks on the street. Jerome was headed over to Kane's living room sofa when he suddenly stopped in his tracks, startled by the unknown figure already occupying that spot...
"Yo..., THIS my hommie D-Money!" introduced Kane, after closing and locking the front door. "I was tellin' him bout that sweet girly ass you got, when I decided to just go on and SHOW it to em...! So go on..., show it off!" ordered the drug dealer, embarrassing the 40 year old in an instant.
But Jerome knew better than to disappoint Kane as he began unbuttoning his slacks. "Yo nigga..., wait til you see this ass...!" said Kane enthusiastically, taking a seat next to Money on the sofa. Money watched with growing interest as Jerome unbuckled his pants, then allowed them to slip down over his legs. Covering his embarrassing hardon, he turned his back on his hosts, revealing the ripe round protruding backside Kane had come to love so much. "See that shit man...? That's some prime booty rite there, man!"
"Definitely!" agreed Money, groping his growing hardon through his crotch.
"Yo..., bend over and touch yur toes!" ordered Kane.
Jerome bent over at the waist, touching his fingers to his feet as his ass cheeks lifted and separated. "Look at THAT shit...!" inspired Kane, as Jerome's ass crack and tight tiny asshole came into view. "Tell me you don't wanna stick your dick in THAT?!"
"Yeah I do!" said Money, pulling his hardon out of his zipper.
"Yo bitch..., get over here and suck my bul's dick!" commanded Kane.
Jerome stood up, then spun around and fell to his knees and crawled up between Money's legs. He couldn't help looking up into the handsome stranger's face, admiring his striking good looks and masculine physique as he fisted his hardon. Jerome waited until Money aimed his dick down towards his mouth, offering his meat for sucking. He took the young drug dealer's dick into his hand, then gently (but firmly) nursed on the naked head. Money rested his head back against the sofa as Jerome sampled his dick. He could tell instantly that the older man was no real expert, but the mouth sure felt good. He watched lazily as Jerome sucked upon the crown, then began to bob his head up and down rapidly, using his thick lips and tongue along the shaft and underbelly. Kane sat beside them, eye witnessing the action as he too admired Money's good looks and strong body.
"You work out...?" he asked the younger drug dealer, leaning in next to him as he casually lifted Money's shirt to see his ripped hairy stomach muscles.
"Definitely man..., I like to get in a good game of B-ball at least twice a week...!" said Money, keeping alert as Kane (not so) innocently began to rub his bare hand over Money's stomach.
"B-ball don't get you abs like THIS...!" argued Kane, feeling the ridges with his fingers.
"I do 200 crunches a day aslo..." admitted Money, purposely causing his stomach muscles to pop out impressively.
"That's wussup..." said Kane, allowing his hand to wander up to Money's chest as he began to pinch his erect nipples. He toyed with Money's chest while Jerome sucked his dick, staring up at the two drug men and sensing something deeper than just plain admiration.
Money made no attempts to stop what Kane was doing, so the 34 year old thought nothing of leaning over to suckle one of Money's stiff nipples into his curious mouth.
"MMmmm..." moaned Money as he settled back further, enjoying the duel lip service.
"Like that, eh...?" asked Kane, moving in closer as he latched his mouth to the nipple and began sucking with more power. Money squirmed underneath him, arching his back to lift his chest as Jerome tried sucking his dick deeper.
Jerome focused his attention on pleasing Money's penis, even as he looked up to see Kane's sexy full lips suckling about the younger man's chest. Jerome had never seen Kane attempting to please anyone other than himself, and wondered if the ruthless gangster was beginning to go soft?
Kane (a man with a plan) took his time biting and nibbling Money's nipples, keeping a close eye on the action happening down south. He saw Jerome struggling to suck Money's impressive manhood, unable to take the handsome rod into his throat as any good faggot cocksucker should be capable of doing.
Pushing at Money's waistband, he silently motioned Jerome to finish pulling down Money's pants, stripping him naked from the chest down. Money lifted his buttock to help allow Jerome to pull the pants down under his ass, then down his muscled legs and off his ankles. Jerome took a break from sucking dick just long enough to unfasten Money's Timberlands, then pull his pants free. Once done, he resumed his task of dick sucking, swabbing the 8" manhood with his spit wet mouth as he polished the head and top half of the shaft to a fine glisten.
Kane nursed Money's chest for a few more minutes, easing his hand curiously down across his flat ripped stomach towards his pelvis. He raked his fingernails through the course pubic hair before gently manhandling Money's low hanging balls.
Jerome kept his eyes glued on the action topside when he saw Kane lift his mouth up off Money's stiff standing rivets, then kissed him softly on the lips. Money returned the kiss by tilting his head sideways and opening his mouth to accept Kane's warm tongue. The action was so hot and intense that Jerome could feel his own dick starting to pulsate with desire as he fought the urge to reach down and masturbate.
Money and Kane kissed like reunited lovers, suckling each other's lips and tongues as they breathed passionately through their noses. Jerome heard Money gasp, then felt his body tense as Kane reached his hand down lower. Unbeknownst to Jerome, Kane had slipped his middle finger into Money's anus, fingering his tight thug chute while forcing more tongue down into his gullet.
Money's dick pulsed in Jerome's mouth, spewing forth a flavorful burst of tasty pre-cum which Jerome quickly sucked away greedily. He couldn't believe these two street thugs were kissing like lovers in front of him, neither of them looking the types that would mess around sexually with another man.
After a few minutes of sucking, Jerome pulled off of Money's dick to rest on his heels. That's when he noticed Kane's hand moving back and forth beneath Money's balls, gently massaging his finger in and out of the younger man's steamy asshole. Money's dick continued to stand 8 inches above his crotch, swaying slightly back and forth as he withered beneath Kane's expert kisses.
Jerome noticed Kane's dick making a massive tent in his own crotch, and reached over to free it. Kane made no protests as Jerome pulled the stiff dick out into the open, then took it into his watering mouth without being asked. He wrapped his lips around the older dealer's dick head, then began sucking as he had been taught. Kane moaned softly into Money's mouth when he felt his own dick being sucked upon, shoving his fingers ever deeper in Money's anal depths. Money squirmed as the digits reached further into his rectum, tickling his prostate.
"You ready for some pussy, man...?" he whispered into Money's mouth between kisses, never once removing his tongue.
"Definitely...!" groaned Money, eager to get his dick inside of something.
Kane made one last oral assault on Money's open mouth, sinking his tongue as deeply as he could into the oral cavity. Money moaned from the pit of his stomach as he suckled Kane's thick tongue, attacking it with his own before Kane finally ripped his oral muscle from his spit swabbed mouth.
"Assume the position, bitch...!" ordered Kane, looking down at Jerome (who had been nursing silently on his dick).
Jerome looked up at Kane, then (reluctantly) slid his mouth up off the drug dealer's dick and stood up. He finished removing his clothes as Kane and Money got up off of the sofa. "Here, use this..."" offered Kane, handing Money a bottle of anal lube which he conveniently left beside the couch.
"Thanks." said Money, taking the lubricant as he began generously smearing it all over his boned erection.
Jerome assumed the kneeling position as he climbed up on the sofa and stuck his ass out like a video hoe.
"Look at that shit...!" instructed Kane, forcibly pulling Jerome's ass cheeks apart with his bare hands for Money's behalf. Jerome looked back over his shoulder embarrassingly, feeling completely humiliated as the two thugs stared down at his open anatomy. "Just LOOK at that..., this bitch was MADE for fuckin'! If I had a bitch like this in prison, I prolly would'n've ever left!"
"I hear that!" laughed Money, admiring the older man's ass as Kane pulled the jiggly flesh cheeks aside to pry open the deep hairless crevice hiding in-between.
"Shit man, stick yur dick in...!" encouraged Kane, "If you don't I will!"
Money didn't need more invitation than that as he stepped up behind Jerome and aimed his hard wood up to his hole. Jerome tried not to tense up, knowing from experience that tension caused pain. He tried relaxing his body as Money closed the gap between them. He kissed his dick head up against Jerome's greased anus, then started to push in.
"UUHHHH...!!" grunted the older man, feeling the dick push through him. His face frowned in painful despair as he grit his teeth to bare the assault. Sure enough Money continued to press inward, burying more and more shaft as he sank his thug dick into the older stranger's fat round buttock. Soon Jerome felt Money's hairy pelvis against his ass cheeks, indicating that he had the entire shaft sheathed snugly inside the stuffed rectum.
Money ground his pelvic bone into his ass cushion, churning his dick around in his gut. Jerome had to admit the entry wasn't as bad as he anticipated, having gotten (somewhat) used to Kane's bigger dick pummeling his bowels. He was able to relax and accommodate Money's 8" shaft better as the younger (handsomer) drug dealer began to fuck.
"Yeah man..., fuck that married bitch's pussy...! Give em ALL of that thug dick!" encouraged Kane, watching intently as Money started sliding his dick back and forth. Jerome held onto the back of Kane's sofa as Money moved through him, his slick smooth prick seemingly tailor made for fucking.
Money held onto Jerome's soft hips, fucking into his upturned ass as he jabbed his lance in and out of his ripe hole. Kane had indeed taught Jerome well thought Money, watching his dick sink in and out of the married man's spread ass. It reminded him of another married man he immensely enjoyed fucking, --David Smith (from My Woman's Lover), the man his wife Dedra was engaged to marry before he came along and turned their worlds upside down. David too had been a virgin, losing his anal virginity to the (then) 21 year old after being caught fucking his fiancé in his own bed. David had been livid and tried to beat Money up, but instead received a whipping which not only established Money as the dominate male, but also began David's descent into submission after Money butt raped him in front of his woman (all told in the first chapter). The memories were still fresh in Money's mind years later...
Kane stood back and watched the younger man fuck his project bitch with his permission. In prison he often shared his whores, but not without a cost. He watched Money's muscled ass move back and forth with every thrust he made, the tight hairy ass cheeks clinching in and out with every move as he humped his hips into Jerome's spread backside. Jerome of course was enjoying the deep dicking as he arched his back for deeper penetrations. He had secretly come to love the anal beat downs he got at the hands of men like Kane and his friends, allowing them to use his body (seemingly) against his will. He liked the idea of being "forced" to submit, enabling him to keep part of his manhood as he didn't go seeking the anal rapes.
Kane (of course) knew Jerome loved what he did to him, indeed he could tell simply by the intense orgasms the married man had every time he got dicked down in his presence. But beyond that, Kane knew men like Jerome loved to submit, being forced to give in as their bodies are fucked in ways no woman could ever compete. Kane knew eventually (ultimately) Jerome would leave his nagging wife to seek dick permanently on a regular basis, there was just no way an ass that hungry for dick could ever be completely satisfied with a woman sleeping next to it every night. But Kane didn't allow himself to be bogged down with other people's problems, that was something Jerome, his wife, their kids, and their divorce lawyers would have to settle in the future. Meanwhile, he had bigger fish to fry as his eyes focused solely on Money's masculine ass humping enticingly back and forth before him, causing him to reach down and massage his stiff standing dick which was now aching for something hot and tight to fuck...
Money had no idea what Kane had in-stored for him as he fucked into the married man's ass in front of him. He loved the way his dick felt sliding through the moist hole, the way Jerome's ass cheeks jiggled and shook like a real girls' ass when he got fucked. It made him seriously want to pound him harder, to solidify his place in life as a cumdump for real men like him and Kane.
Money positioned his body over Jerome's as he rose one leg up onto the sofa to probe his dick deeper. Unfortunately this also allowed Kane a better view of his buried treasure as his own ass cheeks parted upon withdraws. Kane got down onto his knees behind Money, staring up at the ass longingly. He watched Money's buttock hump in and out as he drove his dick through Jerome's body, his hairy ass crack and tight boy hole appearing and disappearing from view with each thrust. Kane restrained himself from attacking the hot looking ass for as long as he could before finally giving in and burying his face in the younger drug dealer's ass unexpectedly. Money paused as he thrust his dick into Jerome balls deep and held himself there, turning his head to see what was going on? Sure enough he saw Kane with his face buried in his ass, his wet tongue flickering wildly over his hairy asshole as Kane used his strong fingers to pry the tight ass cheeks apart.
"Yo man, wussup...?!" laughed Money nervously, trying to wiggle his butt away from the older dealer without withdrawing from Jerome's luscious ass, --the ass feeling too good to pull out of. "Hey...! That's EXIT only back there...!" he joked, trying to squirm away.
Kane ignored Money's protests as he simply locked his hands around his hips and pressed his tongue further up in his ass. Eventually Money began to moan in response, his asshole now a definite source of pleasure thanks to Pooh. Kane pushed his face as deeply as he could into Money's backside, stabbing his moist tongue in and out of the thug's hole. He licked his way up and down the hairy valley, lubing the crevice with gobs of slick spit as he drenched Money's tight bunghole with saliva.
"Fuck..." groaned Money in Jerome's ear, knowing he was a goner as his dick remained buried balls deep while his ass was hiked high in the air invitingly.
Kane stood up, then reached for the anal lube which he quickly used to massage Money's back passage. He eased in one finger, then two as he gently stretched the anal walls to fit the digits. After thoroughly prepping the manhole, he presented his dick, pressing it firmly up against the tight bud.
"Shit...!" gasped Money, feeling his fighting sphincter muscles clinch tightly to avoid entry. But Kane wouldn't take no for an answer as he gripped Money's waist and pressed harder. For all of 5 seconds they remained at a standoff, with neither man gaining ground. Money's asshole seemed to lock tight while Kane's dick pressed inward to beat down the sealed walls. Eventually (inevitably) the anus gave way, allowing the dick to slowly sink inside.
"AARRHHHH...!!" yelled Money, trying to cope with the invasion.
"Just relax..." instructed Kane, having fucked more than his share of male asses. "...it'll go easier if you relax...!"
"I'm fuckin' tryin...!" yelled Money, gritting his teeth as Kane pushed through him. It felt like shitting out a log, except this one was going IN.
Eventually Kane managed to get over half of his dick in Money's butt before he started to fuck. Money panted breathlessly like a pregnant woman in labor in Jerome's ear as he lay across the bottom man's back. Jerome could feel the growing nudge of Kane's thrusts as he started to fuck into the man behind him. Was this Kane's intentions all along, to seduce the handsome drug dealer after he had gotten him distracted by fucking him?
Jerome remained bent over the sofa with his fat round girly butt pressed snugly back in Money groin with Money's dick lodged 8 inches deep inside his rectum. Each forward thrust Kane made into Money caused Money's dick to thrust into him, setting the 2 men up for a steady pounding.
Money kept his eyes closed, trying to deal with the two sensations happening simultaneously as his dick rocked inside a man's ass while his own ass was plowed from behind. Kane was the one in control of the pace as he dictated when and how deep Money's dick bore through Jerome. Jerome could feel Money's weight on his back as he fucked and got fucked. For awhile he seemed lost, unable to figure out if he should thrust in or pull out, for fear of messing up Kane's rhythm. But eventually he began to get the hang of things as he started to thrust into Jerome just as Kane withdraw from him, then would change directions and pull back from Jerome just as Kane trusted into him. The 3 men ran like a well oiled machine as two fully hard pistons pumped through two totally accepting receptacles.
Jerome was the first to cum as his forgotten dick swung back and forth neglectfully between his legs, spurting quarts of cum all over Kane's girlfriend's couch. He panted breathlessly with Money's face nestled next to his, the two men practically breathing each other's air. Money felt Jerome's anal muscles contracting around his embedded dick as he thrust in and out of the clinching hole. With Kane digging deep in his own rectum, he fired 9 heaping shots of thick cum directly into Jerome's, bathing his bowels in rich creamy sperm. Kane felt Money's tight hole clamp down on his dick, then roughly grabbed the younger man up by his chest, pulling his torso back into him as he forcibly pulled Money's face sideways to steal a heated kiss. Money gasped out loud as Kane continued fucking through him, picking up the pace as he drilled his tongue directly into his gaping mouth. Money managed to suckle the thick oral muscles even while his own dick was still shooting the last of its load into Jerome. Jerome could feel Kane's fuck thrust increase as he plowed Money harder, driving his dick ever deeper. Then with a mighty roar, he pulled his mouth away from Money's and screamed as the cum suddenly shot from his aching balls and fired well deep inside Money's pulsating anal track.
"AARRRRHHHHHHHHHH FUCK...!!" he yelled as he came, holding Money in a death grip as he filled his body full of cum.
The 3 men fell forward on the couch, with Jerome being crushed under the weight of 2 men. He peeked up from the sofa cushions to see Kane and Money still kissing, still sharing an intimate moment as they all drained their balls inside each other. "Damn..., that was HOT!" smiled Kane, finally pulling out of Money's sore ass. "I guess with Pooh gone, yur gonna be needin' someone to fill that hole for you on a regular basis, eh...?" he inquired, bidding for the position.
"I wouldn't BET on it!" said Money wearily, unsure he wanted his ass fucked regularly if his life didn't depend on it (Money HAD to give his ass up to Pooh for an unpaid debt he owed in spare of his life).
"Well..., just think of ME when the mood strikes is all I ask...!" stated Kane, patting Money's bottom.
Money pulled his softened dick from Jerome's cum buttered anus and stepped back as the older man stood up from the sofa.
"Yur work here's DONE, bitch...! You can go now!" ordered Kane heartlessly, sending Jerome on his way. When Jerome reached for his clothes and began to get dressed, Kane became livid and grabbed him roughly by the arms and quickly escorted him to the front door. "I said beat it bitch! NOW!!" he yelled, shoving Jerome out into the hallway naked.
Jerome was stunned as Kane threw his clothes and shoes out into the hall with him, then rudely slammed the door in his face. Jerome meekly bent down to retrieve his belongings (with Money's warm cum dribbling from his ravished anus) when he suddenly saw Kane's neighbor's door down the hall open. He was scrabbling to cover his nakedness when his 15 year old son (Jerome Junior) stepped out of a neighbor's apartment with his best friend (Todd). The two teens stopped cold in their tracks as they stared at the naked married father of two ...
"Hey..., ain't that your dad...?" inquired Todd, breaking the awkward silence as Jerome Sr turned his back on the teen boys to squeeze into his pants. "And is that skeet runnin' down the backs of his legs...?!" he questioned as Jerome Jr began to get angry at his father's weakness...
(...continued in the series ROSWELL HEIGHTS in the adult/youth section of Nifty.org!)
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